Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.